After eating breakfast at Norma’s in Palm Springs, we decided we had enough heat and headed home. On our way home we decided to get some pho. Michelle kept reiterating after the wedding that she had not eaten pho in over four weeks because of our flourless diet. Since we never get that far east very often we decided to stop at Pho Huynh, a place Tony recommended to us a long time ago. (Apologies to Melody LAX. I promised I wouldn’t use a Yelp link until they changed their shady rating practices, but I couldn’t find another good link.)
Pho with Filet Mignon. This makes pho bearable for me. When combined with better meat, it’s no longer the peasant of noodle soups. It’s more of a working middle class noodle soup. Well played Pho Huynh.
I missed Halloween last year, because I had too much work and needed to rest. This year threatened to be the same story with a different year. I was even too tired to hand out candy, but sadly and fortunately not a single kid came by the house. I didn’t even hear a single “trick or treat” shouted. One of my friends must have put me on the sex offenders website as a prank…yes, a prank.
A last minute, game-time call and some crappy costume making put us on our way to Melody Bar & Grill. This place is a lot of fun, karaoke on Mondays, but the best part is the food. It’s not what you’d expect from a bar, but the chicken sliders are killer. I’m drooling just thinking about them.
It’s the first Halloween Michelle and I did a costume together.
Herr Drosselmeyer, Pedophile Scoutmaster, Greasy Mullet 80’s Rocker, King Awesome.
This mustache smells like rare steak and tripe!
Me: Michelle, we’re home. Make sure you take your costume out of the car.
I found this on the floor of my bedroom.
This was in the entryway of the house.
This was hanging from the inside of the door.
And this was outside.